With our hands either one of us could thrash an armful of these people, but a Mexican with a gun is almost the size of an American with a gun.

Tom, if we only had a brace of revolvers I believe we could go through to civilization without mishap." "We haven't any pistols, so there's no use in talking about them," Reade retorted.
"But we would have had revolvers, at least in our baggage, if you hadn't always been so dead set against carrying them," Harry complained.
"I'm just as much set against firearms as ever," Tom answered, dryly.

"Revolvers are made for killing people.

Now, why any sane man should desire to kill any one goes beyond me." "Humph! We'll be lucky if we can get out of these mountains without killing any one," grunted Hazelton.
"Cheer up!" laughed Tom.

"The whole world hasn't turned black just because we've skipped our luncheon." "I wouldn't mind the luncheon," Harry began, "if--" He stopped short, as he caught a glimpse of the spot where they had left their trunks.
"Tom, let's hustle back to where we left our trunks," he whispered.
"I just saw some one moving about on that spot" "Oh, if any thief is after our baggage, let him have it," smiled Tom.